Dave Read
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she winks
and is gone crescent moon never inclined towards reckless adventure I follow my headlights into the dark sledding to the bottom of daylight ❊ |
smaller
and smaller in the distance I watch you leave as my loneliness grows desert palms the deepening cracks of my lifeline drawing an old year to a close the dust that lines our basement |
rainstorm
puddles fill with rubber boots a trail of footprints across a field of snow the depth of his passing increases with time rising with the woodsmoke campfire songs ❊ |
along with
my best intentions my clothes hang on the treadmill twilight I stand in the shadow of my children sliding off our winter clothes snowmelt from the ski hill |
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work shirt
I button down my imagination the lake remains as still as I remember only my reflection indicating change pecking at something dead the roadside crow I swerve to miss |
water drips
through the coffee filter - the strength of my convictions weakens with time air raid he targets a dragonfly with his water gun after a light at the end of the tunnel he wakes up in a hospital bed |
winter chill
I carry a spider back outside leaning in to the winter wind I wipe an icy tear from my eye tracing a "V" in the sand the stick he hit me with |
not deep enough
into the mountains the places we know by their European names cold snap I turn my collar to her feedback the dust of a country road through the window grandpa spits |